Mom calls me into the department store changing room to ask my opinion on a pair of jeans and tshirt. "Why do you keep looking at the tshirt," she asks. "Does the colour not suit me?"
You defended your mom when your bully called her a fat pig whore. What you didn’t know was your mom hired him as a personal trainer and she rides his cock while screaming “PLEASE FUCK THE FST PIG WHORE OUT OF ME!”